Special A-level danger warning

A large cemetery in the suburbs of Tokyo.

The scene has been completely sealed off, and all the crowd has been evacuated.

The "window" of the High School of Conjuration had monitored a strong conjuration reaction in this area a few hours ago, and non-conjurers could even witness the formation of all levels of conjuration.

It is roughly estimated that there are nearly a hundred second-level curse embryos and more than ten first-level curse embryos. According to the fluctuation of the spell power from the center of the cemetery, there is a super-grade curse embryo that is in the process of transformation.

This is an unprecedented large-scale incubation of curse embryos.

Once hatched, the spell spirits of all levels will bring irreparable damage to the adjacent Tokyo city.

The Assistant Superintendent of the High School of Conjuration immediately set up a "tent" to hide the sight of the crowd and applied for the mobilization of conjurers of the relevant level to come to exorcise the curse.

Within three hours of the arrival of the three first-level magicians, all the first-level and second-level curse embryos that had not yet hatched were expelled.

Unfortunately, the special curse embryo was missing.

On the surface of the incomplete spell in the center of the cemetery, there was indeed a special curse fetus here, but it disappeared before the three conjurers saw it.

The situation was urgent, and the task was immediately handed over to Gojo Satoru, who was training newcomers at the Tokyo Metropolitan High School of Curse Arts, and asked him to complete the exorcism of the super-level spell spirit.

Wujo Satoru, one of the only four super conjurers in the conjuration world, suppresses curse masters, exorcises curse spirits, and is the strongest among modern conjurers.

Gojo Satoru, who just planned to go out of school to buy desserts to refresh his brain, had to say goodbye to the principal Noctua Masamoto who was tying wool felt dolls, and said that he should not expect him to bring back special products.

Ye Mozheng watched him play tricks coldly, thinking that this student was so self-willed.

But, who called him Gojo Satoru?

……

unmanned……

pitch black...

The grievances showing a sub-power growth rate are strongly eroding reason and mind.

Everything around was whimpering, and the breath of terror exploded with the gathered negative emotions, converging, merging, and spreading.

The cemetery is weird and scary, and the cold wind seems to bring eerie whispers, making people frightened and suffocated.

Feng Xinzhi resisted the scorching sensation from his left hand, and the bewitching smoky purple light emitted huge resentment, spreading and enveloping step by step.

"The sorcerer..."

The sorcerer Kyogoku Natsuhiko died more than ten years ago, but the remaining supernatural powers are still so powerful and difficult.

"Heavenly Evil" really lives up to its name.

He glanced at his left hand apprehensively, not wanting to recall how this strange ability came to him.

As early as more than ten years ago, Kyogoku Natsuhiko was killed by his old enemy murder detective Ayatsuji pedestrian with supernatural power.

However, the sorcerer was not completely dead at the time.

Or to put it another way, the sorcerer dies physically but turns into a demon spirit, offering sacrifices to the evil ancestral hall that has been destroyed once, constantly luring people to degenerate and do evil.

Kyogoku Natsuhiko wants to turn this country into a sinful paradise, trying to become an evil god who uses evil and crime to save lonely people.

A sorcerer with a singularity in itself, the scope of his spells almost covers the entire country.

"Heavenly Demons" can infinitely magnify and draw out the evil thoughts in human hearts, and these negative emotions converge into an unsolvable curse of monsters, which makes it easier for resentment to breed and become more and more serious.

Seeing more and more grievances gathered around, Feng Xinzhi had to use his supernatural power to suppress the "Heavenly Demon" for the time being.

However, this method cannot last for a long time, after all, it is not a sealed type of supernatural ability, and it has been weakened so much, so the only thing that can be done now is to suppress it for the time being.

There is no solution, but at least not now, because it seems that there are already people who specialize in removing grievances.

Those unhatched forms formed by the accumulation of resentment are vulnerable to their tricks, even if there are tricky ones, it is just a matter of fighting for a while.

Feng Xinzhi, who could roughly judge that there would be no problem, turned around and quickly left the scope of the "book".

The "tent" does not restrict the entry and exit of humans, so he can easily cross it.

Feng Xinzhi, who left the cemetery, followed the signposts into Tokyo City.

Tokyo is still bustling, but it is not the one in his memory, the date on the clock has revealed everything.

Tsk, the timeline is messed up, what about the spaceline?

Probably messed up too.

Recalling the embryo-like body that he had seen before, which had never existed in his world, and which was formed by the accumulation of resentment, Feng Xinzhi glanced at the time 22 years in advance without any waves.

He has crossed a world line.

You're really looking for trouble, Mr. Wizard.

Feng Xinzhi walked on the street unhurriedly, with a bit of bland indifference in his kite-colored eyes.

So where should he go now?

"—Of course to the High School of Conjuration."

With bandages on his eyes, short white hair pulled up, Gojo Satoru with a delicate face and a bright smile wanted to put his hand on Feng Xinzhi's shoulder but was bounced away inexplicably.

He tilted his head, even though the bandage covered half of his face, he could still see that he was surprised for a moment, and then he approached Feng Xinzhi with some novelty and looked carefully.

He followed the filthy mantra that was so subtle that it was almost disappearing, but found that this young man who was tainted with the breath of a super-level mantra didn't understand what mantra was at all.

It's really interesting, it's almost like Yi Gu.

"A high school in magic?"

Although the other party's line of sight was blocked by bandages, the feeling of being probed was real. Feng Xinzhi, who had long expected that someone would follow him, was not surprised at all, but questioned Gojo Satoru's words.

From the name, it should be a school, and judging from the content, it may be the stronghold center of the so-called magic system.

"Yes." Gojo Satoru stood up straight, with a deeper smile on his face, with a hint of a salesman's tone, "Tokyo Metropolitan Higher School of Magic, one of the only two magic education institutions in Japan."

He pointed to Feng Xinzhi's left hand. Although there were traces of suppression and cover-up, the level of mana there was obviously beyond the normal range.

"How about, in order to get rid of the curse spirit attached to you, do you want to come to school?"

Feng Xinzhi stared at Wujo Wu for a while, and didn't think he was joking.

Even if there is not much basis, he can still feel the strength of this person just by feeling.

If you refuse, you will be suppressed by force.

There is a high probability of losing and no chance of winning.

Well, anyway, for the time being, there is no other place to go, and there are not only ways to deal with the "demons from heaven", but also free prostitution, accommodation problems and so on.

Probably, well worth it.

And this so-called conjuration expert should be able to fabricate or apply for a household registration for him.

Feng Xinzhi, who crossed the world line and became a black household, calmly compared and then nodded in agreement.

Although there is a high probability that some interrogation procedures will be carried out before this, it is better to follow the instructions when you know that you cannot escape.

After all, he wasn't sure if the people he knew existed in this world.

Gojo Satoru, who thought he needed to talk a little more, immediately perked up, and he stretched out a finger, and his whole body brightened.

"Then let's go to the dessert house first!"

Gojo Satoru, who eats sweets because he often uses his brain and eventually becomes a sweet tooth party, swept up the dessert counters, wishing he could have all the desserts.

Feng Xinzhi followed him to visit two or three shops without any impatience, but thought that if it was Mr. Ranpo, they might have a common language.

"No."

The voice was very subtle, but it was so familiar that he could directly picture the appearance of the other party speaking in his mind——

Across the street, Edogawa Ranpo tightly hugged the paper bag full of snacks and argued with Fukuzawa Yukichi next to him, his emerald green eyes staring round like a black cat that was alarmed.

"Master Ranpo doesn't have cavities!"

So snacks and desserts are allowed!

Fukuzawa Yukichi put his hands in his sleeves, staring at Ranpo solemnly, his fingertips couldn't help but move.

like a cat.

He resisted the urge to pet the cat, and looked calmly at the person opposite who had been watching them.

To his surprise, it was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.

The slightly long brown-black hair slightly covered the forehead, and the iris-colored eyes seemed to be covered with frost and dew in late autumn, cold and indifferent mixed with a touch of cool and beautiful.

Like frost and snow and moonlit night.

He is a person who is difficult to make people feel bad.

This look...

Fukuzawa Yukichi's eyes moved slightly but he didn't speak.

"Well--"

Noticing the shift of Fukuzawa Yukichi's eyes, Luanbu looked over, his eyes swept over Feng Xinzhi and then stopped immediately, a lot of information was conveyed between the eyes.

He took out the black-rimmed glasses from his pocket and put them on, looked at Feng Xinzhizai carefully, and came to a conclusion.

"President, that boy club is a good member."

A student who has inherited your swordsmanship and martial arts.

Surprised by Ranpo's conclusion, Fukuzawa Yukichi decided to go over and have a conversation after thinking about it.

After all, the Armed Detective Agency is really short of people.

Seeing Mr. Fukuzawa and Mr. Ranpo walking towards him, Feng Xinzhi's kite-colored eyes were smeared with a faint but amazing smile.

Even if he deliberately concealed some clues and information on his body, Mr. Luanbu could see it at a glance.

As expected of Mr. Ranpo.

Feng Xinzhi greeted him naturally, his face became bright and clear, and his slightly cold demeanor completely dissipated.

Ranpo, who sees through everything, accepted this well, stretched out his paw and waved, while Fukuzawa Yukichi felt that the other party's attitude was so natural that he seemed to have known each other for many years, and finally he nodded in response.

"Are you coming to the Armed Detective Agency?"

Ranpo smiled brightly, trying to persuade Feng Xinzhi to join Butei.

Hey, he could see it.

With Feng Xinzhi's conniving attitude towards him, Mr. Ranpo's daily snacks and desserts will definitely be guaranteed, and he will never be directly deducted by the president and Akiko in the name of tooth decay!

Before Feng Xinzhi could answer, Gojo Satoru, who had just finished paying the bill after visiting the dessert shop over there and carrying large and small packaging boxes, heard this sentence.

He slowly made a question mark.

Is this digging the corner of the wall that he just fooled in front of him?

Ok? !

With so few conjurers, it was hard to dig up a juicy cabbage, but someone wanted to dig it up with a shovel?

The unintuitive Gojo Satoru directly inserted between Ranpo and Feng Xinzhi, blocking their sight communication with his tall body.

Luanbu's gaze was fixed, and he immediately tilted his head and began to probe his brain, trying to let his gaze pass by.

Gojo Satoru's body twisted back and forth following Ranpo's gaze to prevent them from looking at each other.

The two seemed to be competing with each other, a bit like a handsome white-haired long-legged cat stretching out its paws to hold down a black-haired, blue-eyed short-legged cat to keep the other from moving.

Feng Xinzhi and Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at each other, tacitly did not interrupt this lovely scene.

After all, in comparison, whether to choose to join Butei or go to the Conjuration Academy seems not worth mentioning.

Cats are more important.

The author has something to say: Jae (strongly hinted at): Zhijun, consider Port Mafia?

Sight communication + hyper-reasoning, Ranbu deduced roughly 80-90% of the information.

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timeline:

Wen Ye's IF line, Zai just usurped the throne at the age of 18.

The spell return battle was a year before Yuzu Yuhito entered school, and the prequel had just started. At this time, Gojo Satoru was covering his eyes with bandages, and he hadn't put on a black eyepatch.

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Spell Return (×)

Five Enlightenments (√)

blow up 5t5

The strongest conjurer

white haired crazy beauty

It's crazy on my xp XD

I just don’t know if anime can draw the feeling of childish beauty_(:3」∠)_

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Kyogoku Natsuhiko's ability can be called "falling with objects" or "demons falling from the sky". Although the former is high-end, this article adopts the latter because it is easy to understand/conforms to the taste of magic spells (￣▼￣)